Terrible Sickness

Terrible Sickness

A Poem by Baxteriniator

Being sick is definately not fun.
I couldn't stand the sight of the sun.
My body aches.
Don't wanna be awake.
Why can't all of this be undone.

I just want to take a gun to my head.
All I can do is lie here in bed.
I stare at the ceiling.
I can't stand this feeling.
I think I'd much rather be dead.

I have a big bucket beside me.
Along with a gallon of iced tea.
Puking all day.
This is where I stay.
Can't this illness just leave me be.

Sneezing is a pain in my neck.
I sit there and watch Shrek.
I make a dash.
Soon you hear a splash.
Man I look like a big old wreck.

My hair and clothes are a mess.
I could seriously care less.
Fever is gone.
It's the crack of dawn.
I'm going to go to school I guess.

© 2009 Baxteriniator


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yes i could picture your illness to well done

Posted 14 Years Ago


love the rhyme scheme.
i can actually picture you being sick which makes me sick. lol
good description.
nice job

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on October 2, 2009

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